The methodology of how to love each other on different bloodlines [De He]

This time for the Quidditch World Cup extra match, Mr. Weasley got very good tickets. It was still the top floor with the best view, and next to it was the rostrum where the minister announced the start of the game.

"Remember what you said back then?" Hermione asked Draco with a smile, "Ah, on this top floor, you will be the first to know when it rains. We are different, it is..."

Draco covered Hermione's mouth, "Tsk!"

Harry leaned over, "Well, you will be the first to know about the rain this time, honorable young master of the Malfoy family."

Draco waved his hand and buried his head on Hermione's shoulder.

"Hahahaha, Draco, you're also shy." Hermione silently put Draco's head on her shoulders, "It was also that day that I realized that the young master of the Malfoy family was not as cold and evil as he appeared."

Hermione will always remember, in the turbulent crowd, holding herself who was about to fall, and then never letting go, that slightly cold hand.

Draco obviously knew what Hermione was thinking of, still didn't raise his head, and said sullenly, "It was only that day that I realized that Gryffindor always seems to be a fearless and rampant Miss Know-it-all, and she is also an ordinary girl who is afraid .”

"De! La! Co!" came a voice below each word.

Hermione heard Draco sigh on her shoulder.

"Well, what should come will always come." Draco said softly, "Isn't it father! Anyway, mother will stand by my side!"

Draco looked up, a smile already on his face.

"Father, mother." He bowed slightly to Lucius and Narcissa.

"Come down!" Lucius could hardly contain the anger on his face. If his wife hadn't held his arm, he would have stretched out his hand and dragged down his son who was sitting with the poor Weasleys. up.

"Lucius." Narcissa tightened her hands in her husband's arms, "Do you want everyone to watch the Malfoy family joke?"

Looking around, sure enough, someone had already looked over, and even Lucius could hear someone shouting for friends from a little further away: "Look! The Malfoy family is about to fight!"

Lucius looked livid.

"Let's go up and talk." Narcissa pulled her husband, whose expression and body were stiff with anger, and walked up to the seat of the Weasleys.

Narcissa wrinkled her nose and said softly, "Sure enough, even if we reconcile, I still can't get used to standing with so many Gryffindors."

"Draco, come here!" Lucius stretched out his hand, motioning his son who had been obedient for 17 years and suddenly learned to run away from home to his side.

Draco shook his head, "Father, I don't want to go there."

"Okay, okay, then I'll come over!" Mr. Malfoy was so angry that he lost his mind, completely ignoring the people around him.

Ron and Harry exchanged a "God, I'm afraid Mr Malfoy is crazy" looks.

Hermione poked Draco's waist, signaling him not to be so arrogant, but Draco saw the "watching the show" emotion in Narcissa's eyes, and suddenly felt confident.

"Father, don't let others see the joke." Draco whispered to Lucius who had already walked in front of him.

Lucius, who was furious, suddenly stopped, "Yes, we can't let others see the joke."

So Lucius straightened his tie and stroked his hair. "Draco, what would you think if someone saw you among the Weasleys!"

Draco chuckled, "Father, Weasley is fine too."

Ron puffed up his chest when he heard Draco's words, feeling a little proud inexplicably. "Yeah, what happened to our Weasleys!"

Lucius tried his best to keep his smile, "Draco, come home with me, I promise I won't lock you up again."

Draco shook his head, "Father, would you easily believe a Malfoy's words? Anyway, I won't."

Lucius paused, wondering if he should be proud of his son's performance that was too "Malfoy". "Then let's sit here too," Lucius looked around in disgust, "it's hard to do."

Narcissa said thank you softly, while walking through the Weasley family, she smiled and dismantled her husband's desk without hesitation, "Lucius, our seats are like this too."

At that moment, whether it was Mr. Malfoy, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley or the children, the expressions on their faces were very beautiful.Mr. Malfoy dared to speak out with a little embarrassment, while the others wanted to laugh but held it back in time.

"Narcisa." Lucius called his wife's name in a low voice. He found that since he came out of Azkaban, the status of the family had really declined very obviously.

Narcissa patted her husband's hand holding her, and nodded to indicate that she understood.

Therefore, when the other wizards who got the top tickets went up to the top floor, they would see a very strange scene, that is, the three members of the Malfoy family sat together with the members of the Weasley family, and they hadn't fought yet. Woke up, even the son of the Malfoy family was still talking and laughing with the Muggle girl beside him.

"Okay, Lucius, let's watch the game carefully. I was worried about you the whole game because of your activities last time, so I didn't watch it seriously." Narcissa said in Lucius' ear, "Della Coe was always on edge, you know how much he loves Quidditch, but at the end of the day he didn't even know who caught the Snitch."

Lucius thought of what happened a few years ago, and felt even more guilty for his wife and children.

Draco and Hermione also thought back to their fourth year, that night, which seemed to be the beginning of their reconciliation with each other.

"Harry, Ron," Hermione took Draco's hand, drawing her good friend's attention to her, "Ron, do you remember when I got separated from you that year?"

Ron nodded, "Yes, we were scattered all at once, but didn't we find you later?"

Hermione smiled, "Why did you find me, obviously I was standing there, and then you found me." She raised the hand she shook with Draco, "Draco was in the crowd He caught me who almost fell, and then sent me to you."

Ron suddenly realized, "So you guys..."

Draco gave Ron a disgusted look, "What are you thinking Weasley, how could I have fallen in love with Hermione at that time."

Hermione also glanced at Ron, and nodded in agreement, "Indeed, we still hated each other at that time. But I tell you this because I want to tell you that maybe when and where we don't know, Draco It's not as bad as we thought."

"Maybe he did cause us some trouble, but that doesn't stop Draco from being kind in his heart. Otherwise, he could have let me be there, or simply threw me to those Death Eaters at the time."

Harry reached out and patted Draco on the shoulder, "Thank you Draco, I'm sorry for doubting you before."

Draco nodded, accepting Harry's apology.

On the other side, Narcissa was also telling Lucius what happened back then.

"Lucius, look at how proud our son is. And look at how much trouble you have caused us. And, when everyone didn't believe Draco, it was Gran who was the first to tell Draco Co expressed his trust." Narcissa said, yes, she was trying to appeal to her husband's guilt, and make him less stubborn about wanting Draco to be with a pure-blood lady.She really wanted to spend more time with her son, after all, if he and Granger were to develop smoothly, graduate and get married, there would be very little time left for her right Draco to live under the same roof as her.

Lucius lowered his head. Indeed, he brought too many dangers to his wife and son. If Draco hadn't made the right choice and watched Quidditch, his family would have been in Azkaban. Well, he thought of Crabbe with his family in jail.

"Narcisha, I know, you said so much just to let me stop opposing Draco and that Granger." Lucius said to Narcissa, taking advantage of the cheers of everyone who scored the Irish goal, "You really know Your husband is gone," he smiled wryly, "Indeed, I don't seem to have any position against them anymore."

"That's great, thank you dad." Draco, who seemed to be engrossed in watching the game, but actually eavesdropped on his parents' speech, immediately leaned over and said, "Don't worry, the Malfoy family won't fight because I'm with a Muggle blood." Together, we will fall. Dad, you have to trust me, and you must also trust our Malfoy family."

Lucius slapped the cheap and good-looking son on the head, and then looked at the son who joined the cheering team and explained various movements to the girls around him, and smiled imperceptibly. He had never seen Della before. Co had moments of such energy, and Draco rarely called him daddy, which was more affectionate than fatherly.

Narcissa looked at her smiling husband, took her husband's hand, and comforted her, "They're just dating, it's up to us whether they can get together in the end."

Lucius nodded and kissed his wife's forehead lightly, "Yes, that's right." Although he knew very well in his heart that when a Malfoy recognized someone, he would not change.As he is, so is his son.

It was a repeat of three years ago, with Viktor Krum again catching the Snitch and Ireland again winning.But this time, there will be no hooded Death Eaters interrupting the Irish celebrations, no anxious little wizards being swept away by the crowd, no blazes shining in the black night sky. The Dark Mark, and there will be no more clenched hands hidden by black sleeves.

This time, the two hands can already hold each other tightly in front of people, and the owner of the hands can embrace without any scruples.The Malfoy lord ring on the boy's hand was reflected in golden light by the coins spilled by the Irish goblins.

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Because I haven't updated it for a few days after I got home, I'm sorry everyone who saved it and waited to see it!bow!

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